All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .
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